Hundreds of lobster traps line the shore, waiting to be used. This is one of the traditional ways to make a living here in Maine, but those traditions are dwindling. I fear that modern times are slowly encroaching up here in the north. Even these traps are modern. I have an old-timer friend here who still makes them from wood the old way and weaves the netting himself. He is an artist. I told him I was impressed with his ability and that he should pass his knowledge and skills on to a young person. He looked at me askance and said he wanted the young people to "do better" for themselves.
The thing is, I don't believe they could do finer for themselves than to learn the old traditional crafts. If this keeps up, I may have to do a dimensional shift here in Maine so that two "Maines" exist simultaneously, one layered over another. One existing in secret, the other in ignorance. Anything is possible.
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